Mountainous Teacups Poem by zamarra venus

When I look at the mountains I
See giant teacups touch the sky.
These teacups flipped by massive men
Don’t question me, I know not when.
When on the mountains falls the rain,
I know that tea time’s come again.
When cold winds on the mountain blow,
It’s sugar coming in form of snow.
The woods we on the mountains find
Are truly tea leaves left behind.
I fear that you may find it strange
That teacups are a mountain range.